(this post is inspired by Cordelia of Cordelia Calls it Quits)
I turned off the car radio today. And it's staying off.
In my old car, I rarely listened to the radio. So I'm not really sure why I turned it on when I got Grace, my new car. At any rate, I'm a dial-flipper, a button pusher, and we'd listen to anything and everything, including commercials. But the worst were the vulgar hip hop tunes. It had to stop. I suffer from earworm, you see. The music to me is not entertainment. It's propaganda. And I don't need it in my head when there are melodious and meaningful prayers and mantras that could be circling up in there.
So I quit you, car radio! (again!)